Oh The Nerve

Jeff & I spent Saturday evening on a date, which consisted of a movie & dinner.
After the movie ended, a packed-tight theater VERY SLOWLY exited...very slowly. The few bloopers there were, were over & absolutely NOTHING was on the screen but the blackness with the white credits rolling.
So, we were standing, creeping step by step toward the end of the aisle, when we heard a loud & somewhat ogre-esque voice behind us, "Hey, you make a better door than a window!"
Immediately assuming someone was joking, or that I'd turn to see someone I knew, I whirled my head to the man who LOUDly sat behind us through the entire film.
"We can't see through you."
My reaction was a much nicer than it should've been, "We're trying to leave."
"Well, you aren't getting too far, are you?!"
Jeff then chimes in, "Have fun watching the credits..."
"We're trying to, but we can't see them."
I could quickly see this was an ignorant low-life just picking a fight & wanting to have an exhange with someone, so I ended it by pulling Jeff in the other direction & squeezing our way through the crowd toward the exit.
Now, I might not be brilliant but those who know me are aware of the gift I have of quick wit & the ability to humorously embarass someone in about 2 seconds. In a moment, I had that guy sized up & had remembered that HIS cell phone rang in the middle of the film & that he commented (quite loudly) how his 3 & 5 yr olds would've loved the movie. So, it would've been nothing for me to insult his size, his poor wife & made him embarassed about some aspect of himself that was made obvious to me so quickly.
But I didn't.
Five years ago I would've put him in his place.
10 years ago, I would've publicly humiliated him.
And 15 years ago, I would've used such brash & downright mean criticism that he would've no doubt left the theater with a need for therapy & plastic surgery.
I guess I took the high road...or the God road.

That...

and...

Jeff said to him as we were leaving,
"Do you have a ride back to the home?"